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I first started to punt in 1979. It started with sex contact magazines and ads in local newspapers. My decade was definately the 1980's, before the internet took over. My area? The West Midlands...Birmingham mainly. I'd like to start a thread punting in the eighties, willing to share my experiences in parlours, private houses, brothels...dungeons! I'll start the ball rolling by mentioning the great 'Madame Paula', a dominatrix who operated from a very exclusive house in Edgbaston, anyone out there remember her?

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I first started to punt in 1979. It started with sex contact magazines and ads in local newspapers. My decade was definately the 1980's, before the internet took over. My area? The West Midlands...Birmingham mainly. I'd like to start a thread punting in the eighties, willing to share my experiences in parlours, private houses, brothels...dungeons! I'll start the ball rolling by mentioning the great 'Madame Paula', a dominatrix who operated from a very exclusive house in Edgbaston, anyone out there remember her?

You have a good memory i started punting using direct and indirect contact mags and out of my local papers myself in the 80s in London. Sometimes cards in phone boxes and cards in newagents windows making my bookings from piss smelling phone boxes a lot if i could find one working. I cant recall WGs names sadly, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge since and also in my early days i was stoned a lot which hasnt aided my memory. My decade was the 90s, i went from being poor to having money and punted my pants off, only matched by discovering parties in the noughties. :)

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OK - the eighties - i can contribute as I kicked off my miserable sex life with a street approach on Forest Road in 1983. That was the place in Nottingham if ever you wanted fast action. There was a particular corner where one or two girls could be seen loitering at virtually any time of day or night and if you watched long enough you would see a car pull up and off they would go. Of course the girls mostly looked like scrubbers - short brown leather skirts were common in those days and I never thought - looking from a distance - they looked particularly appetizing from the point of view of a shy 18 year old looking to get a first notch on the bedpost. Then one day I thought - sod it - got myself keyed up and picked someone up - a nice looker oddly enough. A tenner. It was short and not so sweet.The next week i tried again - picked up a horrible looking girl and she took me back to her place - a child was being baby sat in the next room - I had already handed over the money but decided to leave without the goods. My next action was not until the 90s - so that wraps up my contribution to this thread.

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You have a good memory i started punting using direct and indirect contact mags and out of my local papers myself in the 80s in London. Sometimes cards in phone boxes and cards in newagents windows making my bookings from piss smelling phone boxes a lot if i could find one working. I cant recall WGs names sadly, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge since and also in my early days i was stoned a lot which hasnt aided my memory. My decade was the 90s, i went from being poor to having money and punted my pants off, only matched by discovering parties in the noughties. :)

I didn't punt in Uk until abt, '91. At that time the Sport and local "Admags" were the info. But I did find one girl via the small ads in Men Only. I started a spreadsheet, not to keep score but to keep memory - it seemed a bit off not to keep the women as individuals, not to mention a record of what I was spending in experiences.

'70s & '80s I did play but exclusively when overseas and as part of a crew run ashore. For some reason I never have counted these as punts!

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I'd just finished Uni, using contact magazines, took me a while to pluck up the courage...must have sounded real nervous on the phone when I contacted a woman in Birmingham North. Didn't drive then, so took about three bus-rides to get there! Street with terrace houses, multi-cultural location. Knocked on door with one mind saying get the hell out of there. But was pleasantly surprised, met by a woman in her 30's, I guess...she made a cup of tea, and biscuits, before asking me what I liked and disliked. Then upstairs, oddly she put on some soothing R&B and did a striptease...stockings, suspender belt...was able to indulge in oral on her, before sliding on a condom...didn't take long, I was fired up..but she did make me feel at ease, and seemed to like the situation, ie detecting my naiviety! Many more to follow, as my tastes and fetishes developed.

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My only experience in the 80's was, when on a course in London, bottling it and fleeing 'empty handed' from Shepherd Market after asking a loitering WG how much. Always regretted it. Didn't try again for 10 years! Probably saved me a fortune though ;-)

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In 1989 I was just about brave enough to try and buy a copy of Club or Men Only from newsagents where the guy behind the counter didn't give a toss about me being under 18...he'd have sold the steam off his piss if someone wanted it...

For me, the 90's would have been well and done before I logged on to the interweb and considered visiting my first parlour...

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My First was a side street whist shopping in london strange place... glad to say never been back.

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  • I used to work in Bradford near Manningham lane, and there was street walkers aplenty, "want business love" was the question, well how was I to know that from these early days of saying yes to one, would lead me to today, I happen to have many great thoughts about these days, and though the act was nothing like it is now days with so many escorts and better looking clean ladies, than when I used to indulge in these early days, I still find myself drifting back to these bookings in my mind, as it was very oppertunist, and you had the chouice of picking one from many ladies in the flesh as they stood on the street corners.

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In 1997 was my first one, back of the Milton Keynes Citizen small ads under Personal services.

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I first started to punt in 1979. It started with sex contact magazines and ads in local newspapers. My decade was definately the 1980's, before the internet took over. My area? The West Midlands...Birmingham mainly. I'd like to start a thread punting in the eighties, willing to share my experiences in parlours, private houses, brothels...dungeons! I'll start the ball rolling by mentioning the great 'Madame Paula', a dominatrix who operated from a very exclusive house in Edgbaston, anyone out there remember her?

Although I can't help you with any of the Bham girls, the Contact Mags you refer to were available all over the Midlands and their Head Offices were based in Bham. I was too scared to send of replies to Private Bag Numbers.

As for the Magazines...... PHoenix was one of the Best ones, as it contained photos as well as direct contact numbers. I also recall Rendezvous magazones, but as explained above, was not in a position to provide the publishers my home address, in order to receive a WGs private contact detaisl.

For sdome reason, I also seen to recall a magazine called Jezzabelle.

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Although I can't help you with any of the Bham girls, the Contact Mags you refer to were available all over the Midlands and their Head Offices were based in Bham. I was too scared to send of replies to Private Bag Numbers. As for the Magazines...... PHoenix was one of the Best ones, as it contained photos as well as direct contact numbers. I also recall Rendezvous magazones, but as explained above, was not in a position to provide the publishers my home address, in order to receive a WGs private contact detaisl. For sdome reason, I also seen to recall a magazine called Jezzabelle.

I wasnt in the position either so used an accomodation address instead.

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I wasnt in the position either so used an accomodation address instead.

I used an accommodation address, of sorts, it was an adult bookshop on Summer Row. Phoenix was used, as was Rendezvous which was printed in Rendezvous. There were a few more. In fact I used to get them in the bookshop, it was too embarrassing to reach up to the top shelf in a newsagent! You used to have to put SAE in larger envelopes with the code written on the back of the envelope. All a bit of a faff, imagine doing it nowadays with the cost of first class stamps about to go up to 60p!

Phoenix was better, because that had direct phone numbers, which was how I met my first punt in Washwood Heath. On the second occassion that I had arranged to meet her at the house, there was no answer. I was all 'fired up' with the fee burning a hole in my pocket, so I caught a bus back to the City Centre and spent it in my first Massage Parlour visit in Constitution Hill.

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I used an accommodation address, of sorts, it was an adult bookshop on Summer Row. Phoenix was used, as was Rendezvous which was printed in Rendezvous. There were a few more. In fact I used to get them in the bookshop, it was too embarrassing to reach up to the top shelf in a newsagent! You used to have to put SAE in larger envelopes with the code written on the back of the envelope. All a bit of a faff, imagine doing it nowadays with the cost of first class stamps about to go up to 60p! Phoenix was better, because that had direct phone numbers, which was how I met my first punt in Washwood Heath. On the second occassion that I had arranged to meet her at the house, there was no answer. I was all 'fired up' with the fee burning a hole in my pocket, so I caught a bus back to the City Centre and spent it in my first Massage Parlour visit in Constitution Hill.

Yes it was a long winded process and hardly quick with indirect mags, plus going to the address to pick the mail up, i did get my porn videos this way as well for a while.

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Flipping Youngsters ! :eek:

The Seventies were my own sexual prime, when I could "pull" all the civvies I wanted, and had no need of accommodation addresses, mags, videos ( remember VHS ? ), etc., but used them as wank material anyway :blink:

Jack :ph34r:

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Lucky you! But I'm really talking about the eighties...yes I used them as masturbatory material, saved me alot of money I guess...but on the occassions that I did meet up with WG's, well I still use the memories as 'wank' material as you so crudely put it!

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I punted a bit in London from 1983/4 up to about 1988. Mostly Soho walkups, with a couple of phone box card bookings thrown in that took me to flats off Baker Street and (I think) in Kensington. Plus a lady whose details I got from the ads at the back of Men Only, or something similar - she looked fantastic, but was evidently a dominatrix (not my thing at all). "Have you been for business before?" she quizzed me, before I took flight!

I also used to pick up contact mags like Rendezvous, in which Wednesbury seemed to be England's sex capital, and Phoenix but the contact process seemed quite long-winded.

All in all, my memories are that it was mostly pretty seedy, with the odd lovely girl cropping up (anyone remember Tina from the walkup next to the pub in Bateman Street in the mid-80s? She was really beautiful and a nice person too). I'd probably have visited more WGs had it not felt a bit horrible really.

Things are so much better now, two decades on.

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The only punt that I made outside of the West Midlsnds area was in Earl's Court, London. I have a penchant for the odd dominatrix, so went ahead and booked a woman via Rendezvous, I think. Her photos suggested that she had amazing breasts, and indeed, before the current craze for enhancement, she had a boob job. God, was i nervous, one of those large Georgian houses, painted white in a row of terraces. Madame was situated in the basement, a 'maid' greeted me, and I walked past a room with one of those large dogs that looked like a small pony. Madame was clad in a curious diaphanous baby doll nighty, but with a mix of leather and lace beneath. She popped me into one of the rooms, after I had requested face squatting and WS. An expereince that I will never forget! Afterwards, I met a friend from Uni, she was totally unaware about what I had just been through...very exciting at the time.

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